I can’t help it, it makes me crazy. It doesn’t really matter who prepared the dish, be it myself, a friend, a chef, or a restaurant line-cook. It really doesn’t, I still get aggravated and the food snob in me…
I hate to admit it, but the snob in me reared his ugly head again this week. It wasn’t pretty, and even though I’m the only person that heard the conversation, it still embarrassed me a bit to know that…
It happened just the other day. My wife and I were enjoying a pleasant evening conversation on our balcony, going over our respective days, as most couples do if the opportunity presents itself. (And if the baby will let you!)…